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b00gnsh: Hat Hugh Jass heute benannt? Imixer75: nope b00gnsh: hrm Imixer75: Sie ihn erwartend? b00gnsh: Ich dachte, daß Sie Kontakt mit Hugh Jass heute haben konnten. Imixer75: nicht bis Sie Hauptb00gnsh erhalten: Phil Laesheo? Imixer75: nicht bis Sie Hauptb00gnsh erhalten: Connie O'Lingus? Imixer75: nope. b00gnsh: dieses arabische Zicklein..., Rhim Jahb? Imixer75: hehe b00gnsh: Phil Mirektim? |
b00gnsh: Sie haben 17 Fällen diese Woche b00gnsh gedauert: Sie sind fucking Muttern cle7072: diese Woche??? seit gestern? cle7072: sind Sie sicher? b00gnsh: heute und gestern cle7072: schien nicht, daß viel zu mir... b00gnsh: ich bin sicheres b00gnsh: Sie sind gehende verrückte b00gnsh: Sie müssen aus cle7072 kühlen: gut sind einige von ihnen Aufrufe; ich kann nicht sie vermeiden! b00gnsh: ya cle7072: aber yeah! ich nehme einen Bruch. |
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"By B00gnsh on Tuesday, September 28, 1999 - 07:07 pm: Imixer75: I received a job call of a temperature agency b00gnsh: what is the job? Imixer75: uh... any processing thing b00gnsh: cool Imixer75: continue on b00gnsh: No.. Imixer75: Web co-ordinator Imixer75: whatever the b00gnsh is: how long? b00gnsh: when do you begin? b00gnsh: what is the bag? Imixer75: dunno b00gnsh: uh. b00gnsh: uh b00gnsh: uh Imixer75: stop the Fuck on Imixer75: I look for the bekanntgebenb00gnsh: do you interviewen or have you it? Imixer75: it has.got to call me back. I found the message on the machine. Imixer75: I think that it is in Palo Alto b00gnsh: OH b00gnsh: do you have the telephone with you? Imixer75: no b00gnsh: I am my telephone achieve b00gnsh quite reliably:1/4 mile Imixer75 is to be: okayImixer75: the man, eating educates me fatigued Imixer75:" babelcrap. |
what's up with the arab kid named "Rhim Jhab"? |
What could "the man, eating educates me fatigued" mean? |
What could " the man and would eat educates itself fatigued " means? Was könnte " der Mann und würde sich erzieht ermüdete " Mittel essen? What could " the man and will itself educates fatigued " means to eat? Was könnte " der Mann und werden selbst erzieht ermüdete " Mittel zu essen? What, could the man become educated, fatigued, and mean to eat? |
meine deutsch ist sehr nicth gut....ich liebe francais |
alt+u(release),u = ü that's how it works on a powermac, anyway. |
i am convinced the umlout would make my life easier |
I'm on a pretty G3 300mhz (beats the hell out of the 160mhz clone piece-of-crap I was using before) At home, I have a K6-2 400 that's dedicated exclusively to games and other nonsense. Oh, and I have a dog. Anyone want to see the pictures of pins sticking out of my wrist? |
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you sure your dog hasn't been gnawing on that wrist? |
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it dented my bike frame, instantly converting from a mt. bike to a road cruiser. and it fractured/dislocated my wrist. strangely enough, it didn't really hurt. |
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click up in the window and delete the board addy. file is there, something's ganked up somewhere... (non-clickable, but correct) www.cyberhighway.net/~wavydave/index.htm www.cyberhighway.net/~wavydave/wrist.html |
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They have wonderful personalities, but I've heard some people say they can be a bit agressive. Mine isn't, though. She's very sweet tempered and tolerant and when she's happy, she doesn't just wag her tail - she shakes her whole butt. It's kinda funny. They know who their people are, and don't like for strangers to come into their space. They're japanese dogs. I'm told that in Japan, the number nine is bad luck. That's kind of ironic, because my akita is named "Number Nine". I didn't know that when I named her, though. |
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Your dog sounds like my cousins' dog, Sugar. She's a rottweiler/pit bull mix, but the sweetest dog you could imagine. She wiggles her butt when she's excited, too, and hits you with it. |
perhaps she'll take the bait and come out lashing at me...... |
for pictures of the Alaskan type and the easteren type, go to http://www. txucom.com/~akasta/ and to http://members.aol.com/JChurch924/Tokio5i ndex.html |
sorry i forgot my medicine 2 blues and a shot of whisky |
the best kind of human is a mutt. |
Rhia - you just mentioned my other two favorite types of dogs. Akita's are one. Rotties and pitbulls are the other. My other pooch, Miss Ellie, is a rot (actually a rot/shepard mix) and she's so Weird. We used to have a dog named Tara, who I still believe was the Perfect pet, and she was a pitbull. Before we got her she was one of those dogs that really was forced to fight other dogs for fun and profit, but you'd never know it to see her when she was with us. The most gentle and sweet tempered dog I've ever seen, she used to let the neighborhood kids ride on her back and pull her ears and not even Flinch. But she was really protective when she needed to me. Apparently one of my past babysitters used to invite her boyfriend over occasionally, and he'd get a little rough with me and my siblings, so Tara took a bite out of him. hehe. Good girl. According to my mother, when I was a wee tot, Tara treated me like one of her puppies. Number Nine really reminds me of her, actually. On the days I belive in reincarnation, I suspect that they're the same soul. Babble, babble, babble. |
Rotts are nice dogs but i have found most of the one's I have met to be dumb as sin, and they slobber alot. We have a neighbor at my folks house who has one and for about 3 months, when me and my pop were diggin a runnoff ditch from the house he would come over and jes wanna hang. Now despite the fact my dogs were rather irritated, he proceeded to just plop down in the ditch we were diggin, totally unaware of the danger of being hit with a shovel or pick. Of course we tried to shoo him away, but he was just as happy as a clam. So not wanting to be whiny neighbors, because for the most part we liked it when he came around (his name was "Moo")So my dad got a small bebe gun we had, pumped it just once and popped him the butt, wha a riot that was, first time, he looked around and was like, what the hell??? Thinking it was a bug or something. Second time, he scratched as if it were an itch, still sitting there looking around wanting to play, third time, he stopped, looked at us with a vicious, "i'm gonna kill and then slobber all over you" look and you could literally see it click in his head, and then he took off running home, halfway there he started yelping....when we talked to the neighbors they found it hilarious and agreed he wasn't the brightest bulb in the patch. The best part about this pup was when he would stalk people coming out of my driveway. Our house is on 6 acres of wooded area and the neighbors house parallels our driveway. Often at nite when driving up my winding driveway, as you came to a stop at the end of the drive, if your window was open, all of a sudden the big black slobbering head was sticking thru your window to say hello. Scared the shit out of me numerous times, but what a bunch of dumb fun that pup was....... i have to say Alaskan Malmute's and Husky's have to be the most gorgeous dogs ever. Those bright blues eyes are so enchanting.......... |
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I love rottys. Jules had a rotty called Sam she was so cool. She used to nibble my elbow to get attention when we'd be cruising in the car. Miss that doddie. |
I'm off (in just a bit) to see Buddy Miles. woo hoo |
Do you ever start hating your friends? You'll be sitting there talking with them, and all of a sudden, you just can't stand to be in their presence and you feel really sick and gross, and you just want to leave? Because you suddenly realize that these people are nothing like you, and don't understand you, and you don't understand them, and they have so many irritating flaws that you wonder why you ever put up with them in the first place. And you feel like they're a little clique, and you're alienated from them, left out of the club, a social outcast among social outcasts. So you start acting all snotty, saying things you know will upset them, and they ask you "what's wrong?" and of course you say, "nothing," (because you couldn't possibly explain all this to them) but you're really snippy about it. Then you get up and leave and don't call them for about 2 weeks. When the 2 weeks go by, you realize you haven't seen your friends in, oh, 2 weeks, and you wonder why you were mad in the first place because now you're just fine? In fact, you think about how much you really love these people, how they know all these secret things about you that no one else knows and would never tell anyone else, and how lucky you are to have friends like these? So you call them up, ready to make plans to see them, only they're still hurt from the insults you spewed at them 2 weeks ago. So they say, "Oh, so you're talking to me now, are you?" and you feel hurt and betrayed, even, because your friends are being oversensitive. And duh, they've known you for so long they should just realize that this is how you are. Moody. Self-centered. Self-indulgent. But because they *are* good friends, and not like you, they decide to let bygones be bygones, and they say they'll meet you for lunch this weekend. So you go and have lunch with them, and have a really good time, and you all hug when you leave, and as you're walking to your car you think about how happy you are because you have such good friends. Then a couple months go by and the whole cycle starts all over again. Just me? I don't think so. Lucy's with me on this one, I'm guessing. |
It's called Borderline Personality Disorder. |
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you think too much. such men are dangerous. agatha may or may not have tried to call me tonight. I got email from a friend saying that the answering machine never picked up for her today. another friend said the same thing a few days ago. maybe agatha tried to call, as I asked whoever answered the phone at her place to ask her to. I bet I'll meet here soon anyway though. |
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i didn't get it either. i'm fairly certain that it's because the post didn't make any damn sense. |
I was just thinking back to Lucy's posts....how she was fine for a while and then started becoming combative, and I just thought that maybe she was doing what I do sometimes. That's all. Really! That's all. Oh, you're just doing it on purpose, aren't you? |
oh well. I ended up not spending any money last night, which is for the best. |
(The exam of doom is in 15 minutes, so if you never hear from me again, please light a candle for my soul.) |
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Buddy FUCKING Miles (ok, three. I'm a layout guy - I don't need to count) Good morning, Sorabji regulars :) |
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You're so right about how identifying it makes it less powerful. That and knowing that it will go away soon are the only things that help during times like those. You're right, too, about Lucy showing up briefly a while ago. Hey, maybe it's not a cycle with her...maybe she just got fed up and moved on to better things (people?). |
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wasn't the deal with Lucy that her only internet access was at the library? So, she probably has a life and spends less time in libraries. So, we have a clue what's up with LP, we know what's up with RC, now how about Sheila? last I remember, she disappeared after the vegetarian debate. |
i suspect they lurk, but not post.... |
instead of going to bed early and feeling good today AND instead of going out and staying out really late and having a good time last night, I stayed out medium-late and got medium-drunk and feel medium-ok today. that'd be cool if your friend jonny calls me. I'm totally into going out and meeting up with strangers. my friend made me stop talking about you yesterday on the phone. I was being silly, told him, yeah, tonight I'm meeting this really pretty red-headed girl who wears her hair in a bob and dresses like the girls you always get crushes on and has this amazing pale complexion. she used to work at the varsity and then went to evergreen. one of our old games from teenagehood is to try to make each other jealous. tonight I think we're going to play another one, where we and his roommate go to a bar and get really drunk and act out scenes from sartre's "age of reason." better go sharpen my knife. |
sem, the name of the band is the gravel pit. they are former roommates of mine from new haven, connecticut. they live in boston, now. i really like them, but i may be partial. they are playing one of their songs quite a bit now on some of the "alternative" radio stations, it's called "favorite". you may have heard it someplace. their label is qdivision. |
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i never mentioned meat. i mentioned lawanda, remember? of course you don't; now you recall it as being about dietary preferences. sometimes people disappear because it is Fucking Hopeless. we lurk, shirk, smirk, when we have time. Performance had me reminiscing about Mick Jagger for at least a week, while driving to work before dawn with the Stones blasting out over the canyons. sometimes people cannot be in the same building with Others. the same area code. the same universe. |
nembutol? thorazine? |
who grew up in the city. His mother was a drunk, and his dad made lots of mo-ney. Now when he was 18 he took a baseball bat (that was a Lousiville slugger..) And smashed out all the windows of his dad's cadillac (that was a Coupe DeVille...) They said that he was mental and locked him up for observation. They took away his bat, and gave him heavy medication (standard operating procedure in cases like this...) We're talking major tranquilizers at 6 and 8 and 10 Now he used to be a slugger but he'll never swing again. And he's doing the shuffle, the Thorazine shuffle (hey hey) Yeah he's doing the shuffle Oh, oh, oh-ooooooo, the Thorazine shuffle. --First verse of "Thorazine Shuffle" by Bongos, Bass and Bob. It's the funniest damn song. I'm so glad I have a recording of it to treasure for ever and ever. Cyst - I just checked your page out and I have one statement and one question: statement: You're very good-looking. You're the kind of girl cybergeeks dream of meeting when they hit online chats and msg boards such as this. question: why the underwear pics? I think they're nice, but I can't help but notice that the underwear pics of you outnumber the clothed pics. |
I spent most of the summer unemployed, just fucking and eating and walking around and shopping for lingerie. the underwear shots are like a photo essay of "how I spent my summer vacation." plus I love to hear guys like you tell me that I'm very good-looking. I've been smart all my life. now I want to be a hot chick for a while. and now I'm being bribed to take the photos. my patron likes 'em way slutty. no problem. |
pay site? or members only? I only have a couple of not-so-glamorous pics on my site currently. Once I get my X-rays, I'm adding a broken wrist page here - but's its way unfinished right now. Several shots in the Misc category would be good candidates for sorabji's daily big picture. So what city do you live in now? I'm in ULTRA-conservative, ULTRA-Mormon Idaho Falls. |
cyst see the rocket. |
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at this point I'm just sending the guy film, because I get embarrassed about picking up these photos at the store. apparently my patron just got a b&w roll developed. I told him to scan some into a private site for me to look at, but he hasn't yet done so. I'll tell you if he adds any to the site. |
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J, i'd love to be loungin around drinking screwdrivers with you at 9 am in the hot desert sun by your pool juking on goofballs.....maybe some french toast for lunch, man you got the life..... |
I'll be sure to let you know next time I kill something. Something bigger than a grouse, anyway. |
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Hey Cyst, I thuoght you were a "hot chick" before i even saw you, but then again I categorize just about all the women on these boards that way because 1) I like their minds and 2) that's the sexiest part of anyone's body and 3) that's what you get exposed to here. So women of sorabji, believe me when I say i love you for your minds and not your bodies! Just read about Ventura, on a side note. I may actually have to go out and get that playboy for the article. I'll bet that it's the first issue where folks are mroe interested in an article then a celebrity centerfold. |
Sorry I've been gone. I've been really busy at work and I have a new boyfriend, who is absolutely wonderful. I haven't felt like this since I was sixteen. I'm getting cramps in my face from smiling so much (No shit, I really am). Anyway, he's back on night shift now (We had been spending as much time as possible together while we were still on the same schedule) So, I've been out tidepooling and having picnics in this Victorian formal garden that he knows about, and staying in and watching movies, and trading books and talking and cuddling and listening to him play his guitar, flute, recorder, or violin for me, and singing (beautiful tenor voice), or learning to skateboard. But I haven't forgotten you, I've just barely had time to hop online at all. |
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I shudder to think of our systems guys checking the ips of stuff that ive visited and seeing that...then again, i could avoid that by ceasing my superfluous web surfing.... |
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anyone seen Priscilla, Queen of the Desert? |
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Aw shit, that's too much. You are a treasure Nate. I mailed the link to my friend skooter, who hopefully will be either really drunk or stoned when he opens it...cruel, but it makes ME grin. Although I will never look at an apple the same way again. |
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i see the situation as this: SHE: "Honey! C'mere! I want to show you something!" HE: "Bring me a beer! I'm watching Monday Night!" SHE: "No, no, I think you should come here! And bring the camera!" HE: "This better be good! What the fuck could be better than Monday NiiiiiAYE YI YI! I need the fucking camera!" SHE: "I TOLD YOU TO BRING IT!! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS FEELS LIKE?" HE: "I don't get it... you'll shove a granny smith up there, but you won't let me stick my little pecker in there" SHE "TAKE THE GODDAMN PICTURE" |
keep yer eyes on the prize! |
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